
Super-Intelligent Buddy, about to lose 5 dollars
"I don't know," MIL said. "Grandma and Grandpa, I imagine."
Super-Intelligent Buddy pressed the issue. It was suddenly very important that MIL and FIL plan what the baby would call them. "Grandma" and "Grandpa" were not sufficient. Would they use "Grandma Firstname", "Grandma Lastname", or nicknames? What nicknames? C'mon, this is *important*!
After a few minutes of "It doesn't matter," and "This is critical!", my MIL decided to do what any sane person would do. She started giving out ridiculous answers.

Super-Intelligent Buddy misses a hint
"No, no, no... you're not thin enough to use 'Bones' as a nickname."
MIL's claws came out. Super-Intelligent Buddy didn't even realize what she'd said... typical of her.
"We'll use Big Boss and Big Gut, then."
"No, that's too silly."
"Sawtooth and Superfly?"
"Too dramatic."
"I think we'll go with Moo-moo and Poo-poo."

Super-Intelligent Buddy required reading
Eventually MIL pretended the line had static and hung up. Super-Intelligent Buddy never realized how annoying she was being, and she never explained why the name question was so important.
On the off chance that it matters, my wife and I decided on some nicknames for ourselves so the new Niece / Nephew will know what to call us. My wife will be 'Auntie Princess' and I'll be 'Julie Andrews'.
I'm glad we got that sorted out in time.
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